The night of my stripping debut finally came (actually it was 1:30 in the afternoon (you have to work your way up to a spot on the night shift). The electricity in the air was palpable which was a rare afternoon occurrence the Dallas Greyhound Bus Cocktail Lounge. I was feeling a combination of adrenaline, stage fright, and excitement. My bubble shaped behind was a little chafed from the butt-less chaps (on all future performances I always made sure I had some baby powder in my bag). Because of the size of jock strap needed to conceal my prosthetic device, I had room to sew on silver sequins spelling out “The Longest Day” on the pouch. I picked a cherry red pants with snaps on either side. The crowd was lighter than I had hoped (six upright customers and one passed out at a table in the corner) but nothing could dampen my enthusiasm. I climbed up the step stool onto the counter behind the bar. My music began to play and I was off. I spent the next twenty minutes doing the bump and grind, twirls and spins, tearing off my clothes and finally ending up wearing nothing but a smile and my prosthetic device. As I climbed down from the counter four of the five people stood up clapping and the passed out guy raised his head. I went back out to give a second bow but the bartender had already put up the step stool and told me to scram. It didn’t bother me that I only made $13.23 in tips. It also didn’t bother me that I owed the Dallas Greyhound Bus Cocktail Lounge $187 for knocking over a few bottles of top shelf booze with my prosthetic device during a spin. I had a heady feeling of accomplishment for a job well done. Things were looking up – the Waffle House on Cedar Springs was interested in hiring me. I will always remember that first night. Although I may have more profitable gigs in the future, this was the one that got me started.